I had something interesting happen a few minutes ago while doing a working and just wanted to share it here...
Life has been very complicated -- and frequently difficult & unpleasant -- lately (having nothing to do with politics or the pandemic, although none of that's been exactly helpful) so I simply have not been able to get into the proper headspace to do any spellwork for a while, despite wanting to. A little earlier this evening I finally managed to get back on an even enough keel to do a short working I've done before to bolster the health of my family and request help with the energy needed to get through some of the tough stuff. (It's actually a relatively simple candle spell.)
I did a smoke cleansing of the room and the physical components of the spell, then lit the candle and just stood quietly looking at everything. I had cleansed with an incense stick, then put it into a smoke bottle that was behind the candleholder; there were multiple tendrils of smoke flowing in serpentine fashion all around the bottle & candle and I just wanted to enjoy what it looked like for a few moments before continuing with the spell.
I did the usual working, and then closed it out with a lengthy period of what most folks would call a prayer. Around halfway through I had closed my eyes, and kept them closed until I had completed the entire spell, then stepped back and opened my eyes.
The smoke from the bottle was now a tight, narrow column, almost perfectly straight and so dense that it looked solid; the candle flame was absolutely steady, with no flickering or motion, forming a nearly perfect teardrop shape with its tip pointing straight up parallel to the smoke column.
I moved away and sat down in my office chair and watched for a few moments longer but there was no obvious change in the smoke column or the flame. I leaned back (this is a chair I regularly doze off in without meaning to) and was just free associating -- maybe even beginning to doze off -- when suddenly there was this sound from outside the house. Think of the call of a goose, only longer & slower and maybe an octave or 1-1/2 octaves higher than usual. I looked out several windows but couldn't see anything (with the snow on the ground there was plenty of light), and the calls continued sounding for about 3 minutes and then stopped as suddenly as they had begun.
The incense has finished burning & the smoke is completely gone, and now the candle (burnt about halfway down) is burning with a normal, ever-so-slightly asymmetrical flame that's waving slightly as the air around it moves.
I think someone heard me calling. :-)